One night I was meeting friends for dinner only to find out they were going to be late. I decided to find a place to get a drink while I waited for my friends (maybe two!). After passing two bars (one too crowded and the other closed for a private event), I came across Longo Bros. The place looked cool, with a mixture of modern and old skool design touches that absolutely appeals to me. So in I went to ask the hostess if I could hang out at the bar.
Have you ever had a person look at you in such a way that it made you question if you had grown an extra head when you weren't paying attention? That's how this hostess looked at me when I asked if I could sit at the bar. She told me half the bar was reserved for a private party but I could sit anywhere on the other half. So off I went feeling a bit uneasy.
My uneasiness would be fully justified before I left.
I sat down at the bar. To my right was the reserved section where there about 5-6 people eating, drinking and having a grand old time. To my left, two empty seats, then a customer already eating and then two more empty seats at the end of the bar. Behind the bar were three bartenders all making drinks and looking generally busy. Okay. I've been to enough bars to know that sometimes bartenders can get overwhelmed so I waited to see if maybe they'd even get me a glass of water.
And I waited.
And waited.
Soon enough, the two seats immediately next to me were filled by a young couple (a man and a woman). Then in another minute, the other two empty seats were taken up by two middle aged looking men. So I watch this whole settling in routine and I confess, my brain froze a bit at the next minute. As soon as these guests sat down, they had coasters and glasses for water placed in front of them in a coordinated effort by the bartenders that I had not been privileged enough to experience. I mean, the bartenders were ON IT. Talking to these two new groups like old friends while I just sat there staring wondering if by some virtue of some unknown science I had suddenly become invisible to the naked eye.
In fact, I had not. I made eye contact with one of the bartenders and he seemed to realize what was happening and raced over with an empty glass and coaster and set them down in front of me. And then he ran off. At the other end of the bar I saw a different bartender whip out water bottles from some unseen location and begin pouring water for the newly arrived guests. I thought to myself "Okay, here we go, he's coming down the bar and he'll get to me."
He did not, in fact, ever get to me.
No, I'm serious. He poured water out for the man sitting literally less than twelve inches to my left and then STOPPED. Didn't even look at me and walked away. And yes, there was still water left in his water jar.
Finally a different bartender noticed (again) my distress and came over to give me water and a bottle. But he tried to dash away AGAIN but I yelled out my order (a cocktail called "The Gentleman" ironically enough) so he acknowledged it.
A few minutes later I had my drink but there was no chit chat, none of the usual bartender banter. Nope, the bartenders were too busy yapping it up in Italian with the dude next to me (he made it a point to speak Italian with them and this was a Big Deal(tm) to the staff). At no point during their conversation did anyone ever check on me or look my way. Not even the bartender who was (I kid you not) maybe only a foot away from me to my right.
Look, I'm just a Chinese dude from Brooklyn. Sorry I don't speak Italian or any Romance language fluently. Sorry I don't have perfect hair or a pretty young lady on my arm when I come in. Sorry I'm wearing a T-Shirt and jeans instead of a nice dress shirt. But you know what I have? A credit card with a pretty good limit and a willingness to support a local business that treats me right. If you get my loyalty as a customer, I will spend on you regularly and at times splurge. My dollar is just as good as anyone else's.
I was disgusted and finished my drink, paid my bill and left as quickly as I could. The whole experience left me feeling unsettled and gross.
You may wonder, was the drink good? It was actually DAMN good. But NO drink is good enough to be treated as less than a person by any business. I will never set foot in this business again. read more